Felixkerr

[mindmelter]

Bonding Time

My hot stepdad, Ryan, took me out on a two-day camping trip in another failed attempt to bond with me. I didn't want to go, but my mom insisted that a "boys' trip" would be good for us and the wreck that was our relationship. Ryan wasn't a bad stepdad, quite the contrary, he cared about my mom and me, and was trying to make it work. But he didn't know I was gay and that I sniffed his dirty underwear when he wasn't home, so that made this camping trip very hard for me. And by hard, I mean rock hard and throbbing.

After a boring day of fishing and hearing his life stories that I didn't care about, the night finally came. We set a bonfire, and he tried to start a conversation about the next football game, and just like that, I was wishing that he would go back to talking about his boring life stories. We just had nothing in common, but I really appreciated the effort he was putting into making it work. I really did.

We slept in different tents, of course, but I wish I were sleeping in his, cuddling against his hairy, muscular body, listening to his sexy baritone voice whispering to my ear as he pounded my hole with powerful thrusts. I slept with a smile on my face and a tent inside the tent.

I woke up in the middle of the night with a full bladder. I slipped outside into the cold air and headed toward a tree at the edge of our small clearing.

As I started to pee, a faint glow caught my eye high in the sky—something small and luminous, trailing a thin streak of light. It fell quickly, silently, and struck the ground with a muffled thud in the woods no more than fifty yards away.

Curiosity overrode any sense of caution. I zipped up and jogged toward the impact site, pushing through low branches until I reached a patch of disturbed earth. There, half-buried in pine needles and dirt, lay a crashed spacecraft—no bigger than a large model kit you’d see on a hobbyist’s shelf. It looked impossibly real. The interior lights flickered weakly through a cracked viewport. Then a small hatch hissed open.

Out stumbled a figure no taller than my pinky finger. It was clearly injured—one limb clutched awkwardly against its side—but unmistakably humanoid. His wide eyes fixed on me with a mix of pain and wary intelligence.

I stood frozen, heart pounding, staring at the tiny alien that had just fallen from the stars into our quiet campsite.

"Help me, giant." He asked with a high alien voice.

"H-How can I help you?... we don't have hospitals for aliens here," I said, carefully taking him in my hands. He was so small.

"My injuries are severe. To regenerate, I require a host from your species. Only by absorbing upon the neural energy of one of your kind's brain can I restore myself fully."

"I think I know a brain you can use..."

Back at the clearing, I was standing outside Ryan's tent, I looked at the alien in my hand, and I couldn't believe what I was about to do to my own nice stepdad.

"Are you sure he's gonna be ok? He won't turn into a zombie or something like that, right? I wouldn't forgive myself."

"He's going to be fine. At worst, he will wake up with a headache."

I nodded and then slowly unzipped his tent, my cock hardened at the sight of Ryan sleeping, his unbuttoned flannel shirt exposing his hairy chest moving up and down as he loudly snored.

I carefully crawled into the tent, doing my best to not awaken him. I carefully put the alien right next to his ear, the alien was fast and crawled inside. Ryan's eyes suddenly opened in shock, and his body jerked violently, his back arched and his head tilted back exposing his veiny neck.

Suddenly, he made a long sigh, then his body relaxed and his face became blank. His eyes stayed open, gazing at the tent's ceiling. The alien had explained that he needed seven hours to fully absorb all of Ryan's brain nutrients and heal his alien body, which meant I had seven hours to entertain myself with my hot stepdad's body!

I sat on top of Ryan, straddling him, and started feeling up his hairy chest. My hands squeezed his pecs, and I couldn't help but moan at finally being able to feel his chest hair against my palms. I gently stroked his beard and then kissed him. He didn't kiss me back, but that was still the hottest kiss I've ever had.

I crawled between his spread legs, my heart hammering so loud I swore he’d wake up, I had to constantly remind myself that he had an alien inside his brain. My fingers hooked into his sweats and tugged them down just enough. White briefs, fuck, those classic tighty-whities hugging the fattest bulge I’d ever seen. Even soft, the outline of his dick and those heavy balls made my mouth water. I leaned in, pressed my nose right against the warm cotton, and breathed him in deep: clean sweat, a little musk from the hike earlier, pure man. My head spun, finally I was sniffing his underwear with the source of all that musk filling it.

I peeled the briefs down carefully, like I was unwrapping something holy. His cock flopped out thick and heavy, half-hard already from all the sniffing. I didn’t waste time. I slid my lips over the fat head, tasting the salty skin, and started sucking slowly and sloppily. Almost right away he thickened in my mouth, swelling bigger and bigger till I had to stretch my jaw wide. Eight inches easy, veiny, and perfect.

I then climbed up, straddled his hips, and lined that slick monster up with my hole. One push and the head popped in; I bit my lip so hard to keep from moaning out loud, but then I remembered again that he wouldn't wake up no matter what, and so I started moaning as loud as I could. At the same time, I sank down slowly, inch by inch, feeling him split me open while he just kept breathing deep and staring up with a mindless face.

God, riding him like that was unreal. I rolled my hips in lazy circles at first, savoring every throb inside me, watching his handsome face every time I bottomed out. His big hands stayed slack by his sides, so I grabbed them and put them on my thighs like he was guiding me. I picked up the pace, bouncing harder. The whole tent rocked and swayed with every hard bounce I took on him.

One more grind, one more slide all the way down till my ass met his hips, and I lost it. I came hard, shooting thick ropes all over his hairy chest and beard, painting those perfect pecs white while my hole clenched around him like crazy.

I collapsed forward, panting, smearing my mess between us. His dick was still buried inside me, half-hard and pulsing. I didn’t pull off. Just nuzzled into his neck and let his big, warm body comfort me. My own personal giant teddy bear. I closed my eyes and drifted off stuffed full and happier than I’d ever been.

I woke up the next day when I felt Ryan's body stir and he started to wake up. I quickly jumped out of his body, and he slowly sat. He looked down at his body and caressed his hairy pecs. He then pulled the sheets off his lap, revealing his thick hard shaft. He gave it a few strokes and looked at me with a charming smile.

"Good morning, giant. Well... you're not so giant anymore now that I'm bigger than you," The alien said as he made Ryan make a double biceps pose, "Thank you for putting me in this body, without your help I would have died."

"It was my pleasure. So, are you healed now?"

"Yes, I am fully healed, I have absorbed all the energy from your stepdad's brain," he suddenly stared at his cock with a confused look, "That's weird..."

"What? Something's wrong?"

"There's a weird feeling in his crotch, I think-" And suddenly he started peeing all over himself and inside the tent. It was a total mess. Once the stream died off, he looked at me with a shocked face, his hair wet and his beard dripping with piss. I couldn't hold myself and I started laughing hysterically.

I led Ryan to the river where we both got naked and I washed his body clean. While I was washing his low-hanging big balls, he looked at me with apologetic eyes. "Sorry about the mess. It won't happen again."

"It's ok. It's your first time in a human body after all." I then grabbed his shaft and scrubbed it with soap, maybe I spent a bit longer than I should on his crotch... I then lifted his arms and washed his hairy armpits, I loved running my hands on his armpits. I sniffed him many times to make sure the piss smell was fully gone.

We spent our last day camping fucking like rabbits in the tent. Ryan fucked me in every new position I could teach him, the alien's favorite was missionary. When night fell, we were sitting together around the bonfire, Ryan hugging me from behind as we talked about different subjects.

Ryan then stood up, grabbed a stick, and drew a big strange symbol on the ground. I didn't ask questions.

Once he finished, he lifted me in Ryan's strong arms and took me to his tent. We were making out like we were both teens, when suddenly a bright white light enveloped the entire tent. It was like it suddenly became morning outside. I started panicking, but the alien was able to calm me down.

The alien chuckled at my reaction, "Don't worry, it's just my kind. They came to rescue me."

"You're going away already? Can't you stay for a bit longer?" I was sad he was leaving.

"It was fun, but I have to go home."

"But what about him?" I asked, caressing Ryan's hairy chest as if for the last time.

"Don't worry about your stepdad, he will be fine. I implanted fake memories in his brain of today. Don't leave the tent until the light goes off."

Ryan then lay down, his eyes rolling back before closing as the alien crawled out of his ear. The alien walked to the tent's door, but before he left, he looked back, "Oh, and I left you a little gift," and then he stepped out of the tent. I heard a weird thrumming sound, and then the bright light turned off and everything went quiet. When I walked out of Ryan's tent, all I could hear was the crickets and of course, Ryan's snoring.

I walked back to my tent, sad that I would never feel Ryan's big cock inside of me again, but also happy for having the best day of my life. When I was trying to sleep, I heard something outside my tent, then I saw the zipper being pulled up, revealing none other than Ryan. He crawled into the tent and gently pinned me down against the cushion. His face was just a few inches from mine, then he kissed me.

I was so confused.

When he broke the kiss, I looked at him surprised.

"Ryan? Is this really you? What are you doing?"

"I can't explain why, but I can't take you out of my mind. I think I'm madly in love with you, you're so hot and perfect. I still love your mom, but it's only you who makes my dick hard. And all I want right now..." He leaned down, his beard scratched my ear, making my whole body tingle, then he whispered, "It's to fuck you until dawn."

From the outside of my tent, it was obvious what was happening inside by the way my tent shook, and my loud moans merged with the crickets.

My stepdad wanted us to have a bonding time, and in a sense, he got exactly what he wanted... just not in the way he expected. Now we had a special bond that would last forever, a bond that would fill my hole every time we had the opportunity.

From that day on, camping trips became our special tradition that I would always look forward to.

[agginthabag]

Be the Boss

[the-transformation-hub]

Lost & Found: The Jockstrap

(Sharing a TF I wrote for @reddarkfox222)

You were just leaving the Student Wellness Center after putting in your best effort to bulk up. You had been doing pretty well at making it a habit but you were really wishing there was some sort of cheat you could do to speed things up.

As you were nearing the double glass doors of the exit, the guy in front of you had something fall out of his gym bag. Without thinking, you scooped it up and were just about to call after him when you realized the thing you were holding was kind of damp and a bit musky. You look down and realize you had unthinkingly picked up this man’s jockstrap.

You spotted the garbage and were about to toss it when something deep within you made you pause and quietly pack it into your own bag. After that, you went about your boring day of classes and didn’t think about it again until you began your homework that evening.

You tried so hard to concentrate but you kept thinking about the jockstrap in your bag and how sexy the hairy muscular football player that dropped it was. You stare at your notes for a couple unproductive minutes when at last you can’t resist it anymore and run to your bag and snatch it out.

It’s still a bit damp and the musk emitting from it is ripe but in a way that begins to make you so horny that your cock begins to get hard. Timidly, you lift it up to your face and take in a deep inhale. You can almost feel the musk as it penetrates deep into your lungs. ‘God, this scent is intoxicating’ you think to yourself as you take another whiff before you head back to your desk to resume your studies.

For a couple minutes you manage to put in some real effort to complete your homework but are interrupted by a tingling sensation across your body. Goosebumps don’t seem to be the case here as it feels more intense and the tingling quickly becomes a sharp pins and needles feeling. You’re so distracted by the feeling that you don’t even notice as chest hair begins to form and slowly curl its way through the neck opening of your t-shirt. Your armpits begin to itch as well while your pit hair gets longer, thicker, and sweatier.

The sensation makes you give up on homework for the night and you head to you bed. Along the way you decide to grab the jockstrap again because what’s the harm in another sniff? You don’t even bother to take off your clothes before hopping on the mattress, jock in hand, and begin the take deep inhales while you play with your hard on beneath the zipper of your pants.

Laying there all gooned out, you don’t notice as your cock begins to elongate and gain some heft. You just assume it’s still getting hard because of how turned on you are right now. You do however, notice the tingling sensation down there as your shaft begins to become hairy and a thick dark bush of pubes sprout at the base of your cock.

You can’t take it anymore and you begin to strip your clothes off revealing all the new hair growth along your body. Your arms and legs have a nice black carpet of hair and your stomach has a tidy little treasure trail leading down to your cock. That’s when you finally notice that your dick has miraculously gained 3 inches in length making it a whopping 8 inches long. The length isn’t the only thing shocking as it’s also about as thick as a beer can now.

It’s a good thing you stripped too as you’re about to need a whole new wardrobe. As you stroke your new fat cock you see the skin on you stomach start to churn like waves rollling across a see of pink. The churning starts to ease as thick washboard abs begin to form their way up your abdomen creating a six pack that you could never have imagined being there before. It doesn’t stop there though, your pecs start to swell and inflate under all of that new chest hair as they gain muscle mass and your nipples harden at the feeling of pleasure this is all bringing you.

You grab the jock and inhale deeply again as you begin stroking your cock even harder. The changes start coming on faster too as your feet go from a size 9.5 to 12 inches. Your calves expand as well as your thighs, the look of them is so astounding that it almost reminds you of the marble statues of nude male forms that you’ve seen in museums except a lot hairier!

You feel a bit of precum on your cock and instinctively move the jock down to wipe it up and then continue your bait sesh. As you stroke, you see your arms begin to bulk up as your biceps and triceps start to bulge out from your arms and the veins in your arms began to strain as if ready to pop. The ecstasy of this sudden growth is finally too much and loads of cum burst from your new thick hairy cock, drenching your chest hair and even the bedsheets.

The transformation leaves you exhausted and you pass out from finally having achieved release. When you wake in the morning you head to the bathroom and admire the muscular form you see looking back at you with its thick cock twitching in anticipation of another go. You head back to your room to get ready for the day before realizing that none of your clothes fit anymore. You see the jockstrap on your pillow and don’t even hesitate to grab it and slide it on. The fabric hugs your cock perfectly and the straps frame your hairy muscular ass like it’s a prized oil painting. ‘Thank god I found that jockstrap’ you think as you give the straps a playful snap ‘it’s the only clothing I have that fits.’

[verus-veritas]

Lending A Hand

A remake of sort of this story by Bodyswapper. One of my absolute favourite stories of his, that I just had to build on. Decided to switch the model so there could be more coherent images.

Derek got in trouble at school again, he was texting me as his dad was driving him back to the school because a teacher of his wanted to talk to his dad about his grades and overall performance in school. He sounded like he really needed help, and I have just the power to do so. I hung up knowing what he would ask had I stayed on the line. I went to my room and locked myself in, so my parents wouldn't see me while doing the change. I lied on my bed, letting peace and harmony flood my mind.

I started floating above my body, I could see my soul lifting from my vessel. I thought of my friends dad, quickly the scene changed around me, I was in the back of a car, it was parked off to the side of the road and looked like they were in an argument. Luckily I landed in the correct car. Still in my not so solid state of being I rubbed my invisible hand on Derek's arm to reassure him that I am here. With that move I gently sat on his father's lap. I felt the warmth and tingle of this sensation before I plunged in. His body jerked but welcomed me, I quickly sat up more straight until my new body could finally relax. His presence was soon lifted from this body to be moved to mine until I switch back. I looked down at his father's body not being able to believe how amazing it felt to be like this.

Derek had a goofy grin on this face knowing that I was put in place now. I knew he was excited about not getting in trouble. To make a joke I grabbed a hat of mine in the backseat, remembering I left it there.

"Still look good on me?" I said jokingly in my new baritone voice. Derek laughed and took of the hat knowing his father would never wear such a thing. We waited until my new memories sunk in so I could act a little better when talking to the teacher. I suddenly knew how to talk like he did and act just the same. I scratched my beard unconsciously and started driving the car, Derek almost looked scared at how well I was acting as his father. He's seen me imitate others before but never his dad.

We approached the school, little did I know I was walking with the same gait as Derek's father would, which I now know his real name is Jim thanks to these memories. After we finally got settled down in the teachers room, I instantly said "Hi, Jim Boshen" to introduce myself, it surprised me a little as well. Everything went as according to plan and we even finished early! I snuck off to the bathroom to explore a little more. I almost ripped the buttons off the shirt trying to reveal my new vessel. I ran my fingers through my new hair, scratched my beard again and felt my manly body hair before going into a stall and jacking off. I felt powerful each time I jerked. I spat all over the bathroom. As the cum released from my penis I knew I didn't want to leave this body. I needed to keep it for myself. 

After I cleaned up I headed back to the car with Derek right behind me. I drove back to the area where I first went into Jim Boshen. I told Derek "Now this is the tricky part, don't ask me about the swap when I wake up, it will only confuse us both." I said as a cover, I just wanted to stay.

I faked like I was leaving this body, I jerked a little to make it look real. I came back to this reality with a stone cold look on my face, which I saw Jim wear all the time and Derek looked at his father, he believe I was actually his dad. We pulled into the driveway, as we entered MY house, I saw my 'wife' I hugged her, and knew she believed it was her husband. I knew I could stay like this, and no one would ever know otherwise, and was life great to me as Jim Boshen.

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It had been a few weeks since I faked I left Derek's father and instead decided to take over his life. I just loved pretending to be him, to feel his mature body move as mine, and to see his sexy bearded face in the reflections whenever I went.

However, even though the longer I stayed inside Jim Boshen's body the more I could act and behave like him, there was always that slight slip-up now and then which caused others to glare at me suspiciously. Like when Derek caught me biting the tip of my pens as I worked from home, something his dad apparently had never done before. Slowly but surely I think he was catching on to me. So I only had one option left if I truly wanted to take over Jim Boshen's life completely.

One evening I told the family I was feeling unwell and had to go to bed early. What I actually did was lock myself in the bedroom, undressed myself, and laid down, before relaxing myself till I could feel my soul lift out of Jim's body. His body jerked around for real this time as I actually left his body, and as I looked down I saw his gaping drooling mouth and the fat protruding member stand up straight. I felt sad to leave this wonderful vessel I had called home for the last few weeks, and was almost tempted to jump straight back in and jerk one off right there and then. But I knew I had more important things to do, and I would be back as fast as possible.

I focused onto my old body and immediately found myself in my old bedroom. My former body was sluggishly sitting in front of the computer and playing a game. Of course, I could tell that trapped inside that body was the real Jim Boshen's soul, having been forced to act and live as me for the last few weeks since we traded vessels. Normally I'd always return and switch us back before whoever I possessed soul woke up in my body, but the few times I didn't my powers would make sure my old body went into some sort of autopilot mode. This time however was different. I had never been someone else this long, nor had it ever felt this comfortable and right being someone such as Derek's father. I loved using Jim Boshen's identity, I loved being inside his sexy mature body, and I loved jerking his fat heavy meat off every night before going to sleep. So I had already made up my mind.

I went behind my old body and shoved an arm inside of its back, before pulling the soul of Derek's father out. Jim appeared to be confused and slightly dazed for a few seconds before he caught his bearings and realized he could finally move around freely. "Thank god! I'm finally free from that adolescent body! I can't thank you e-"

I didn't give him a chance to react as I suddenly sprung forward and pushed myself against his chest. At first there was a bit of resistance, but I could see that my hands were slowly sinking into his flesh. "W-what's going on? W-W-what are you doing?!!" He grunted, seemingly out of both pain and pleasure. I pushed harder, further inside of him, causing my elbows to be fully submerged into his hairy chest. "S-Stop!"

I was so close to him now that when I looked up I could see his handsome face and lusciously full beard. I couldn't help myself and pushed myself up, mashing my lips against his tasteful ones. That somehow caused him to drop his guard for a brief second, which was enough for me to push myself inside and completely disappear inside of him, inside of Jim Boshen's soul.

"Please... nnghh... stop! Whatever you're... nnnnghhh... doing!" His face winced, his body jerked around senselessly, and he was sweating profusely. Until he suddenly stopped short and closed his eyes. When he opened them up again the eye color briefly flashed over with a shade of blue before returning to their original brown color.

It was done, I had fully and completely merged myself with Jim Boshen's soul.

I gave off a deep heavy moan with Jim's voice as I looked down at myself. I clenched my large and rugged hands together and savoured the familiar feeling of the power this form gave me. I quickly found myself painfully harder than I had ever been before, and once again contemplated jerking one off right there.

But alas, I could feel time running out and my powers slipping from me. So I gave my former comatose body one last look before focusing back onto the father's bedroom. Quickly I walked over and laid back down onto the naked unconscious body and felt myself melt right into it. Just in time as well as I felt the last of my powers disappear for good. After all, I was Derek's father now, and Derek's father obviously had no possession powers. There was no going back. I had traded my youth and powers to be able to perfectly pass off as and live as Jim Boshen, for the rest of my life.

A decision I was beyond happy with, as I regained my senses just in time to feel this overwhelming orgasm pass through my amazing body. Load after load of creamy white semen erupted from my thick meat, literally causing me to thrust my hips upwards and clench my toes and fingers firmly.

"FUUUUUUUUuuuUuuuuucckKKKKK!" I roared out, causing the photo frames and bedroom windows to shake slightly.

As the last of my heavy balls quickly emptied out, I noticed my hairy thighs, manly chest, and even beard was now covered in my own creation. Sticky and creamy residue I was very happy to viciously devour down into my mouth.

By the time 'my wife' Helene came knocking on the door asking if I were fine, I had already wiped myself clean and covered myself up with one of my favourite brief shorts. Opeing the door to the slightly musky bedroom, a wide grin emerged on my handsome bearded face as I saw my perfect reflection in the hallway mirror behind her. I ran a rugged hand across the pelt of fur on my chest, and felt pride and ecstacy over who I had finally become.

"Yes, yes honey. I'm perfectly fine. In fact, I feel more like myself than I have ever felt before..."

[malebodyswap45]

Videogame

It was a very long day at work. You know, I have to deal with my obnoxious coworkers, especially with my whining boss. Lindsey was a bitch in every sense of the word. There is no doubt in my mind that she is going to fire me sooner or later. Well, if that is what is going to happen at least I am going to take every bit of money from that company as much as I can. It was a shame that everything would end like this. In paper this should be my dream job… working as a marketing coordinator on a videogame company. It sound awesome, it should be awesome, but I was very miserable at this organization. The only good thing was that I could test new games before they hit the market and that is exactly what I was planning to do for the rest of my day.

My friend Tom was the one that gave me this VR device. He was very secretive when he gave it to me. Maybe I should expect that from someone giving me prototypes that he stole from R&D. I don’t understand why he takes risks like this… at the end, we got discounts when the games are released, we don’t really need to steal anything. But hey, who I am to judge.  I looked at the device in front of me. It was not a visor like the one of Oculus, this seemed more like a motorcycle helmet. I inspected it for a while and then I decided to put it on. I watch as screens surrounded me, and a menu opened in front of me. It just hear one voice saying: “Select your Avatar”. It should have appeared some menus or something that allows me to create a character. Instead, I just stared in silence as pictures of a handsome man appeared in front of me. I could understand it, it was a prototype, so I was probably looking at the images of the model that they were going to use in order to build up the game.  

I began to move my hands trying to trigger the start of the game. Suddenly, I hear a robotic voice “Connecting… connecting to the host”. Stroboscopic lights flashed into my eyes. I was blinded for a bit. I felt some nauseating sensations. I almost fall into the ground, but gladly I was able to sit in a nearby sofa. However, when I opened my eyes… my god… the graphics of this game were in a completely new level. I touched the sofa, the texture felt completely different to the one in my home… and that is the moment that I looked for the first time at my hand. It was so big; I could see the veins and it was full of calluses. I touched it in disbelief. I looked at myself and realized that I was wearing a dress shirt and navy trousers. It was bizarre, all this experience was so surreal.

At that moment I stood up and looked for a mirror. I watch in silence as I realized that I was wearing the face of that model. Sure, that was the character that I selected. But still… this didn’t seem like a simulation. It was too real to just be a program. I made faces in the mirror and watch in awe as my reflection followed my movements to a tee. Curiosity took the best of me. I quickly took of my shirt, revealing a body that can only be achieved by staying long hours in the gym. My beer belly was gone, it was replaced by a firm set of abs. My arms felt muscular and my chest was covered by a thin layer of hairs. I then proceed to reveal what was hiding between my legs. The dick of this character was humongous, and it was very sensitive to touch. Why on earth will someone program something like this? I should have stopped and explore the place. Instead I stood there and played with this digital dick. I couldn’t believe that it felt better to reach climax in this avatar than on the real world. It was not possible… my mind could only wonder if this was really a videogame… I only knew that Tom would need to answer so many questions. Now, I only need to find a way to get out of this videogame.

After two hours in this fictitious world, I just heard the robotic voice saying, “Connection Ended”. I found myself on my own place. However, I immediately grabbed that weird helmet and headed to my friend’s house.

“Tom, what the hell is this?” I said to my friend as I enter his place.

“So, you like it” he said as he grabbed the helmet and put in on a nearby shelf.

“It was too real; I cannot believe that this was a simulation. I am no tech expert, but this seems to be too futuristic.”

“Well… so that means that you like it?”

“Yes, I like it… but how does this work.”

“Ok, remember that you like it… I have something to confess.”

“Confess?”

“This is not a videogame… it is a product that the team is developing for the Central Intelligence Agency.”

“The C.I.A?”

“Yes”

“Why don’t you call it like that? Wait… our videogame company does stuff for the government. Did you steal this from the government… Tom what have you done?”

“Relax my friend, nobody knows that I have this I make sure of that.”

“So, this is a training vehicle or something like that.”

“No… they created to make cover operations safer.”

“What do you mean?”

“You only need some hairs of a person of interest. That allows the machine to connect you to them. Your mind, inside someone else body. Isn’t not crazy.”

“So that means.”

“That you were really inside the flesh of Christopher Caruso”

“This feels so bad.”

 “Don’t worry, he is a bully.”

For the rest of the afternoon, Tom tried to convince me why I needed to go back and take over the life of this guy. It seems that he knew Chriss very well… he was a personal trainer at a nearby gym and my friend described him as the biggest douchebag that has ever lived. However, when I looked at his Instagram account, he seemed like a goofball. I didn’t get why my friend resented that guy so much. I was not sure, my mind wonder… not knowing if I should use that helmet one more time.

I would not deny it. It was extremely hard working that week. Not only because I needed to tolerate Lindsey whining, but because I knew that in my house sit a tool that could allow me to get a better life. I just doubt myself; I just didn’t want to become the man that ruined Chriss life. However, when Tom told me that this guy was going to a 3-day escapade to the nearby lake. I knew that I needed to give it a shot. Can you believe it, I was inside this guy for a complete weekend, and I have a total blast. On the first day, I went on a fishing trip. On the second, I have fun waterboarding. I just hang with this guy’s friends, get to know them, have fun, and enjoy every moment of it. There is nothing else that I could want. I was starting to enjoy the idea of being Chriss… to steal his life for good. However, everything turn bad when Chriss’ girlfriend make a surprise visit to the boys. Yeah, knowing the girl that conquer this man sound exciting. However, when I realized that Lindsey… my fucking boss… was this guy’s girl, I just wanted to throw up.

Of course, I was super mad at Tom. Why did he omit to mention the small fact that my bitchy boss was in a relationship with Chriss. Of course, when I was back on my old body, I was determined to confront my friend.

“Don’t you see. That is why I thought that Chriss would be a great match for you.”

“What do you mean? I don’t want to sleep with her.”

“No man, think it in another way. You are not seeing the full picture.”

“Be direct”

“Revenge… you can make her pay. Break down with her in the most horrible way.”

“That is crazy”

“It is not. This tech allow us to do something incredible.”

“And we reduce it to do something pity.”

“Look at yourself… all alone, no good prospects, living in a job that you hate. You are a good guy man; you deserve so much better.”

“Are you suggesting taking over the life of Chriss for good. Is that even possible?”

“It is… I was going to tell you… next that you see me I will not be the lovable Tom.”

“Are you serious?”

“Let’s not talk about that. Look at Chriss Instagram. Those are the photos that were taken when you were in control. You look so happy… don’t deny it… also don’t deny it that you want to have some sweet revenge on that bitch.”

I was very nervous as I walked though that street. I couldn’t believe that I was going to have a date with my former boss. I was reluctant to do it at first. However, the day that I dreaded so much happened… last Friday she finally fired me. I didn’t take it well, but now I was ready to get my revenge.

“Hey Tiger, so happy to see you” She said as she run to kiss me

“Hey” I said a bit serious, trying to hide the fact that I was extremely mad at her

“Are you feeling ok, Chriss? I really need a drink”

“How so?”

“I needed to fire some guys at the office. Can you believe that Lucas didn’t allow me to save anyone. I begged him… but it happened what you told me.” – She said with her voice almost cracking. I have never seen her like that. She was acting so different, as if she was a completely different person.

“Hey… we don’t have to go to the movies… let’s head back to my place.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, tell me exactly what happened.”

Perception can be a tricky thing. I really believed that Lindsey hated me. However, that couldn’t farther than the truth. She know me extremely well and she only have words to praise me. She was harsh, not because she was a bad person, but because she was under a lot of pressure. She was giving her best in order to save her department. But everybody knew that cutting the marketing headcount was one of the easiest things to do in order to incentivize a higher stock price. She pushed her team to the limit. But all her effort were futile. She needed to fire us and give some lame excuses of why she had to do so.

I don’t know, I was able to see a new face of Lindsey. She was funny, sweat and vulnerable. I don’t remember for how long we talked. I just remember our first kiss. As how she slowly took of my shirt and the gentle sex that came afterward. I just wake up in my bed completely excited to wake up by the side of an amazing woman.

As I was unemployed, I start taking over Chriss in a more regular manner. Before I was doing it only during the weekends. Now I am doing it almost every day. I loved every aspect of being him. I loved the relaxed life of being a personal trainer. I loved the time that I spend with my new friends. But I loved the most was to be by the side of an amazing woman. Yeah, Chriss will never be rich or powerful… not the most successful man around. However, he was something that I was never able to reach with my own life, he was happy.

“Tom, so how does it work.”

“Hey… I am no longer Tom.”

“I am sorry friend… it is Dean?”

“Yes, the only one”

“Another one of your bullies”

“No… he was my boss. He never saw it coming. He became victim of the technology that he created. Call it, divine irony.”

“So, if I want to become Chriss for good… how does it works.”

“I will disconnect the device while you are inside that man.”

“What will happen to my body.”

“Your mind will be far away… brain dead.”

“And the real Chriss?”

“Sleep… he will not be aware… don’t feel bad for him, remember that he was a bully”

“Ok… let’s do it.”

It was weird knowing that this was the last time that I was putting on that helmet. I breath deeply as I moved through the menus and the machine connected me to my new self. I saw the stroboscopic lights for a last time and then I wake up inside Chriss body. I walked through the gym and motivated some of his… my clients. Then I felt a weird sensation, a small pain in my chest… signifying that the connection with my real body had been severed. Then I could only smile… from now on, this was my life. I don’t believe in coincidences. Working in a videogame company with shady government contracts. Befriending a crazy guy that was willing to steal this kind of tech. Or the craziest of all, that Chriss was the bully of my friend so many years ago and now he is the boyfriend of my ex-boss. No, too many coincidences. Yeah, this tech put me inside the body of this man. But I really believe that there are some higher powers involved and it was my destiny to become him. Maybe, I will never understand why. I can only try to live my new life to the fullest and I can assure that I am going to have a blast being Chriss Caruso.

[malebodyswap45]

The Date

It all started as a joke. I have not been on a date for a long time. It was just hard to get anything going. Yeah, I became desperate. I just wanted to have some connection. That is why I decided to change my profile and use photos of Steve, my roommate. I know it was wrong. I am against catfishing in principle. I really do. However, the rush of getting likes, having conversations… man, I couldn’t resist. Also, I was certain that Steve would not care. The guy had everything… the face, the money… he could have any girl that he wanted. But no, instead all his focus was on his career. So I adjusted my profile with some photos of Steve’s instagram. Steve on a fancy dinner, Steve showing all his body at a pool, him playing with little puppies. Each photo selected to improve my chance of success. As expected, I started matching with so many girls. It was awesome. Yeah, conversations were dull, superficial at best but that was until I started talking with Mary.

What can I say of Mary, she was everything that I ever wanted. Smart, beautiful, and with a lot of personality. We were without a doubt a match made in heaven. That is why it was so heartbreaking when she started asking me that we should meet and get our online relationship to the next level. I didn't know what to do. If I tell the truth, I was going to lose her forever. If I told Steve what I have done, he would kill me. I was completely lost, but gladfully I found a potential. Yeah, I wasn't thinking when I bought that ring from a wiccan store. Sure, the power of possession sounded crazy. But it was worth giving it a shot. 

That day I walked to my apartment and waited for Steve to arrive home. It was an instant action. He entered the room, I put the ring on my finger and the moment that our eyes met, my soul was projected into his body. It was weird, it felt weird… but also it felt right. I could only laugh at the realization that I was now controlling the body of my roommate. Of course, I dedicated the next hours exploring my new flesh. I was able to fully contemplate his awesome tattoos, flex his arms and admire every single inch of his muscular frame. At the end, I just took a long shower, put on one of Steve’s attires and headed to the restaurant. I sat on the table extremely nervous, but I was certain that this date was going to be awesome.

Sadly, I was wrong. The date was a mess. It was horrible. Yeah, all the magic that we had while online chatting disappeared the moment that we stood in front of each other. I don't know what it was. Her annoying laugh, her horrible sense of fashion, or her obnoxious throwing of random facts of everything that we did. I don’t know… it just didn’t work. However, that was not the worst thing that happened that day. I reversed the possession and Steve remembered every bit of it. 

I panicked. I tell him everything. About the fake profile, about the ring, about Mary. The guilt of what I have done got to me. I fucking cried in front of my friend. I begged him for forgiveness, I begged him for a second chance. I was expecting that he was going to yell at me. I was expecting that he was going to punch me or, at least, to give me the silent treatment. But no, he just told me that he loved to be possessed, that he just got horny by the idea of being controlled by someone. It was a surreal reaction, definitely not what I was expecting. Did I just wake up to some weird fetish on my friend? He then proceeded to ask me to be possessed again. No! He begged for it. It was his desire, so I followed his orders. I just grabbed the ring and took over his flesh for a second time.

Sure, I enjoyed the first couple of times that I possessed my friend. He asked me to go to the gym as him, which was super fun. He then asked me to go to several social events, which again, I enjoyed. However, then he asked me to go to his work, and family reunions, and so many other shit. Sure, I did some of that stuff… but it was starting to get annoying. Yeah, I possessed him because I wanted to be with a girl, my drive was to get laid once… not because I really wanted to be him. But for him… I don’t know… he was obsessed. I couldn’t handle it. So I decided that it was time that Steve and I went on different paths. We would always be friends, he was my best roommate, but I cannot fulfill his kink of being possessed. 

Steve was sad when I told him that I was moving away to another city. He was extremely supportive, he just asked me a favor… one last possession. It was annoying but I was willing to comply. I entered his body and immediately felt some pain at the back of my shoulder. I went to the restroom and tried to see my back, that is when I saw a new tattoo… I immediately recognized the sigil, it was made of wiccan symbols. That is the moment that I started to freak out. I tried to get out of Steve’s flesh but the magic was not working. The bastard tricked me… he sealed me inside his flesh. Shit! I am an idiot… I trusted Steve… now I would be him for the rest of our lives. Maybe in the long term it will not be so bad, but believe me, this was never my plan. 

[alimpbanana]

Looking a Gift Ditto in the Face

Sigh. How long is he going to take to get here? Ever since Dad got that research gig he barely gets the chance to come back home. I basically have to take care of myself all alone. 

Luckily today is the one of those rare weekends. I've been looking forward to it for a while, only.. its almost Sunday night. He was supposed to come 2 days ago. I had an entire thing planned out and everything. Now I'm waiting on the couch for at least a greeting before he has to go back to his job. 

"Dingdong~"

I jump up from the couch and rush to the door. Speak of the Weavile. It's about time.

I open the door to...

the postman.

"Heya sport! Got a package for yah. Just need you to sign the slip."

He hands me a reasonably sized box with a letter stapled to the top.

"..Thanks"

I close the door behind me, placing the package on the table.

I read the letter. It's stamped with the official lab seal.

"Hey Kiddo,

Sorry that I couldn't make it this time. A Joltik took a big bite out of our main machine, and I had to take emergency overtime to deal with it. But I did manage to send over the Pokemon I was planning to bring. A Champion Ranked trainer recently came in for some move testing and they said that we could have this one as a gift. Honestly I was pretty excited when I saw that specimen. It's not everyday you get to see one of them. Now I don't know much about the whole battling thing that the young people are about, but if it's good enough for a Champion, I'm sure this one will be strong enough for you.

Eat Healthy Now,

Dad"

I open up the box to a single Ultraball. That must be what he was talking about. Honestly I'm not that good at Pokemon battles, but it's nice that he thought of me. I wonder what it is..

Well if it was a Champion Rank Trainer then it must be something cool, like a Aerodactyl, ooo or maybe a Metagross. 

I toss the ball on the ground and a bright light flashes as it opens.

Instead of being greeted with a big powerful beast, a little purple blob with a dopey smile sits on my living room floor.

"Ditto!"

Oh. Well I guess that does make sense for a Competitive trainer to have.

I pick it up, looking into its blank beady eyes. It gives a smile back.

It is kinda cute, but I don't have any strong Pokemon for it to mimic. I guess it can go into my box then.

I put back down.

"Di-Ditto?"

 I must not of hidden my disappointment that well. I do feel bad, but I'm content with the team I have now. I turn to the coat hanger and grab my jacket. "I wonder if the Pokemon Center is still open."

"Ditto.....To! Ditto!"

I suddenly hear the signature sound of a transforming Ditto. That's odd. None of my Partner Pokemon are out of their balls right now.

A deep-pitched "Ditto!" comes out from behind me, or rather, up behind me. I turn around.

 To come face to face with Dad in swim trunks?? My jaw drops to the ground. Ditto flexes and gives it's same dopey smile with my Dad's face. My eyes cross over to the picture on the table next to me.

It's a picture of our family's Alola vacation from way back then. My mom and dad are smiling, posing with a Fomantis. Dad looked a lot younger back then compared to right now. In the background I could be seen running away from a Pyukumuku that I accidently stepped on. 

I point to the picture.

"Did you do this?"

"Ditto!"

"That's amazing! I've never seen a Ditto capable of transforming into a person before."

I examine the Pokemon's handiwork. It's almost scarily accurate, down to the individual pores. It's not unheard of for Pokemon to create illusions of being people, but this was on another level than that. A thought creeps into my mind.

"Hey Ditto, can you do a request for me?"

It gives a puzzled expression on my dad's face while cocking its head. "Ditto?"

I pull up a picture on my phone of a beefy muscle bottom in a jockstrap, showcasing his hole to the camera.

"Can you make my dad be like this?"

The Ditto looks closely at the picture, studying it intently, before breaking down its details into pink goo. From the goo, I can see the Ditto's new muscles come into shape. The pieces move around uncannily, settling into their final positions. With the final traces of pink receding, Ditto looks to me for approval, showcasing its work.

"Ditto!"

It's the same familiar nerdy face that I grew up with, but with the hulkish physique of a Black Belt Trainer who has never skipped chest day.

"Hey Ditto, mind if I take a look?"

Ditto shakes its head, answering my question.

I step closer, feeling up the 2 globes in front of me. Despite having the appearance of chiseled firm muscles, they don't have the texture of such. They feel more like the feel of a squishy water balloon, jiggling at the slightest touch. Taking a moment to feel about Ditto's body, I come to the conclusion that it is merely taking the form of muscles, not actually having the understanding of the inner workings of what it's imitating. But something about the way this imitation of the human body jiggles about is really turning me on. I could feel myself growing harder at the thought of it.

"Ditto, do you think you can do another request for me?"

"Ditto! Ditto!"

"Can you take off the strap and pose just like the guy in the photo?"

Ditto nods, getting onto the couch and spreading his legs apart, showcasing his virgin hole.

I take off my clothes and get into position, pressing my rock hard member against my dad's entrance. Ditto seems to not get the intent of my actions, just staring with the same smile on its face.

I then insert my cock into the hole with a resounding "Plap!" as my skin hits the gelatinous cheeks of the Ditto's form. Ditto yelps a little bit, which quickly start turning into guttural moans as I start moving. The inside of the hole is much the same texture of a normal ditto, slimy and amorphous. The tunnel constricts around my shaft, caressing it as I thrust in and out. Big wet plaps resound throughout the house, each one accompanied by the delightful sight of my dad's tits bouncing from the impact. I can't help but  speed up, anticipating a climax. Ditto's useless imitation of a human cock flops around flaccidly, like a dildo made of slime. At the moment of release I pull the doppelgangers face in for a kiss. The Ditto reciprocates, and our lips interlock as my seed fills Ditto's cavity. I dismount, letting the cum dribble out of my Dad's used hole. 

Jeez, what a day. I'm spent. I cuddle up with Ditto, placing my head against one of its massive pillows.

Ditto coos while rubbing its belly, clearly satisfied with the experience. Only.. Ditto's abdomen is softly glowing a faint pink.. and growing. Huh.. that's weird. I pull up my phone, typing: "Why is my Ditto's belly glowing?" 

After a few moments, a the answer pulls up. "A glowing belly is a sure sign that your Ditto is currently pregnant. In 8-9 months, you should expect an egg to be laid, from which you can hatch your new Pokemon. Congratulations."

Wait that can't be right. Ditto morphed into a man. At that moment I suddenly remember a tidbit my father told me once. "Ditto are actually capable of procreating with any Pokemon, regardless of the gender of its mate nor species with almost no limit to its nature. It's truly an enigma to the modern world." 

I look horrified at Ditto, who's just caressing its belly gently, looking at it with another one of its dopey smiles. How am I going to explain to Dad that I fucked the Pokemon that he sent that also transformed to look exactly like him AND got it pregnant. Godddd, its going to be so awkward.

--------5 Months Later-----------

I walk in through the front door, exhausted after a long day.

"Honey I'm home!"

"Ditto!"

Ditto emerges out of the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pink apron over a large protruding baby bump. Because of the bump, the apron ends leaving nothing to the imagination down there. Not that Ditto notices.

It turns out that Dad took it much better than I expected. He was more excited by the fact that this is the first time a recorded Ditto insemination by a human was performed in over 30 years, so it was a scientific marvel that it even happened. He does comes down to keep tabs on the egg's progress, but still spends the majority of his time over there. I'm not so sad about it anymore though, because I have Ditto to keep me company. It's taken up house duties, learning to clean and cook, though it still hasn't gotten the hang of it yet. Every so often I take Ditto out to town. As long as he doesn't open his mouth, it's perfectly safe to do so. We do get some stares from Ditto's baby bump, but I only get weird remarks from the neighbors when I kiss him before I leave for work.

Honestly my life has only changed for the better since meeting Ditto. I can't even believe that I had ever considered putting them in the Box.

"Looks like it's growing big and strong. You've been so hard at work Ditto."

I grab Ditto's ass, pulling myself close to its ear.

"How about a little reward for my Honey tonight."

[alimpbanana]

Wardrobe Malfunction

Sometimes you want a break from being the size of an olympic freight train. Sometimes you just want to look cute and breedable, if only for a few days. 

A little while back managed to finally convince one of my bros to let me borrow one of his suits. Despite also being a gym rat, he owns an entire closet of every race and kind of twink you can imagine to go out as. Everyone's always intimidated by my size, so I'm always jealous whenever we go to parties together. He gets to have all the fun, while I just kind of stand in the back. He never lets me borrow them, no matter how much I beg, since they're all very expensive and way too fragile for my hulkish hands, in his words.

But he finally relented last week. Tonight I get to be the little guy this time.

I drove to his place and picked out a body to wear. The entire drive way home I had a big smile plastered on my face as I thought about what it would be like. 

I immediately take off my clothes and squeeze myself into the suit. My broad muscles compressing into the tiny 5'3 frame took much effort, but when I zipped myself up, it felt as if it was just another extension of me. My skin is super soft and smooth, free of gross body hair. And everything looks nice and petite. I spent a good while looking in the mirror, admiring the cute boy in the reflection, when I suddenly hear a loud rip. 

The suit couldn't handle the load anymore and gave in under the pressure, letting my original length shoot out into it. I panic, trying my best to tuck my cock back in, but it doesn't work.

Thoroughly defeated, I send a quick video to my friend.

After a while I get this message:

"What did I tell you dumbass. You should've been more careful. Do you have any idea how much these cost?!"

"I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to.. Do you have any replacement suits I can borrow?"

"Uhhh No. Not after this."

My heart sinks. Well maybe I still look cute like this right?

[raxero-malemetamorph]

WishApp

The heat of the late summer evening pressed down on Marcus like a heavy blanket. The air in his cramped apartment was still and humid. He lay across his bed, stripped down to nothing but a pair of faded yellow briefs. They were loose, standard cotton things, typical of the plain, unnoticeable life he led. Sweat pooled in the shallow hollows of his collarbone. He was scrawny, a constellation of sharp joints and pale skin, his arms thin rods holding his smartphone. He was just mindlessly scrolling through social media, a digital life that mirrored his empty social life. Girls didn't notice him, and he’d resigned himself to a life of digital voyeurism.

An ad for 'WishApp' flashed on the screen. His thumb hovered, then pressed. Why not? he thought, a flicker of curiosity momentarily cutting through the heat-induced lethargy. He downloaded it.

The interface was minimal, almost clinical. A simple text box appeared with a direct question: What is your desire?

Marcus let out a self-deprecating snort. He knew exactly what he didn’t have. Confidence. A presence. He stared at the box.

“What do I want?” he said to empty room. He was a skinny, shy straight guy. He wanted a relationship. He wanted to be able to just be with someone. And he wanted a body that meant something, a body that people would respect. He started typing rapidly. He wanted a relationship so he could have sex every time he wanted it. And also, be a proper big muscle guy. He hit send, not even noticing the tiny, fateful typo in the word ‘guy’.

We appreciate your request. Processing will take some time, the app replied.

He stared at the blank screen, expecting… something. More options? A confirmation code? Nothing. He sighed, disappointed. Thinking it was just a silly gimmick, and he closed the app. Tossing the phone away, Marcus rolled onto his back, closed his eyes, and quickly drifted off to sleep. He had no idea that as soon as his consciousness faded, his body and mind would begin a profound, unstoppable transformation.

His dreams, once filled with vague images of unapproachable girls, began to change. Instead, his subconscious was invaded by images of beautiful, powerful, muscular men. The shapes were defined, the lines confident. He was surrounded by them, not as threatening figures, but as icons of adoration. The dreams felt different—heavier, thicker, filled with a desire he couldn't quite articulate.

The first physical changes were subtle. His skin tightened. A faint rasp of stubble began to push through on his previously smooth jaw. On his chest, where there had been only pale skin, fine, soft hair began to sprout. He writhed in his sleep, the clean sheets now sticking to a body that was growing in density, in volume.

The process accelerated. A deep, resonant hum seemed to vibration through his bones. The app’s 'processing' was intense. His skeletal structure didn't expand dramatically, but his muscle fibers hyper-growth. His deltoids broadened, becoming wide, powerful shelves. The biceps and triceps definition sharpened, his forearms hardening. His chest, once a flat expanse, became wide and massive, the new hair becoming dense and curly, spreading down his sternum. His core tightened into hard, visible blocks of muscle, a six-pack etching itself above a wider, stronger abdomen. Thick, natural hair now covered his chest, abs, and legs.

As the first faint hues of dawn began to bleed through the open window, painting the room in a warm light, the violent crescendo of the transformation finally reached its peak. The frantic shifting and tossing in the bed subsided into a heavy, rhythmic breathing. The skin-and-bones Marcus was completely gone.

In his place lay a magnificent specimen of pure, raw masculinity. His shoulders had expanded into a massive, heroic V-shape, his traps sloped steeply down into wide, boulder-like deltoids that seemed to strain against the very fabric of the mattress. His biceps and triceps muscles were now thick and full, carved with deep, branching veins that pulsed with a newfound, powerful circulation.

His chest had risen into two massive, heavy slabs of muscle, so broad and deep that they shook slightly with each deep breath he took. A thick, masculine carpet of dark, curly hair now completely blanketed his torso, running in a dense line down his defined, rock-hard abdominal wall and disappearing into his waistband.

The change was so absolute that his yellow briefs, which just hours before had hung loosely on his boyish hips, were now stretched to their absolute limit. The cotton fabric was pulled over his heavily thighs and wide hips. Up front, the pouch of the underwear was incredibly tight, straining against a noticeably larger, heavy bulge that pulsed with the intense morning heat. His legs had transformed into thick, powerful pillars,

The transformation was absolute, leaving no trace of the fragile youth who had fallen asleep the night before.

When he woke up, he sat up with a groan. The first rays of morning light illuminating the messy sheets. He didn't immediately notice his change. His mind was still tangled in the powerful, intimate images of his dream.

“Why do I have morning wood after this strange dream?” he muttered. The sound of his voice shocked him. It was a deep, gravelly baritone, completely unlike his usual tenor.

He tried to clear his throat, but the deep pitch remained. He finally looked down.

"What!" he roared, the deep voice echoing in the small room.

He ran for the mirror in his bathroom, his now powerful legs nearly knocking him off balance. He stared at his reflection, his eyes wide in absolute disbelief. The face staring back had sharp, chiseled features. A full, well-maintained beard, short-cropped and styled, covered his jaw, matching the neat, styled hair on his head. He looked like an immaculate, well-defined muscle bear. His eyes were wide, taking in the massive chest covered in hair, the sculpted abs, the thick arms, and the deep muscle strength. He ran his hand over his new body, his fingers pressing into hard muscles. He noticed his yellow briefs, now extremely tight, with a very prominent, powerful bulge. His initial panic began to morph into something else—a strange, thrilling sense of self-awareness.

Suddenly, he heard sounds from the kitchen. The sizzling of eggs, the clatter of a pan.

Marcus slowly pushed open the bathroom door and walked into the hallway. The kitchen door was slightly ajar. He peeked inside. Standing by the stove, his back mostly to Marcus, was another man. The man was massive, a fellow muscle bear with incredibly well-developed muscles. His deltoids were wide, and his biceps bulged as he expertly flipped an egg in a frying pan. His chest was covered in dense hair, matching the hair on his arms and legs. Marcus froze, the sheer, imposing presence of the other man dominating the space.

Marcus watched him. What a man, he thought. Wait, why am I thinking that? I’m not gay. Or am I? The realization of his typo on the app hit him simultaneously with the new, powerful feelings swirling in his core. The dreams had prepared him.

The other man turned around, a friendly expression on his face. He was bearded, with neat, light-colored hair, and he was wearing nothing but a pair of tight red briefs with a nice, round bulge.

"Good morning, sleepy head," the man said, his voice a deep, comforting rumble. "I just made breakfast. I hope you want some."

Marcus took a step forward, the unfamiliar sensations in his transformed body now commanding his actions. His desire for this stranger, this fellow icon of power and beauty, was primal.

"There is one thing I want," Marcus said, his deep voice thick with newfound intent.

He crossed the kitchen, closing the distance between them. The man smiled as Marcus approached. Without a word, Marcus took the other man's body in his powerful hands and kissed him passionately. The man immediately dropped the spatula, his arms wrapping around Marcus's broad shoulders. They pulled each other tight, their muscular bodies pressing together, hair on hair, muscle on muscle, in a sudden, intense embrace.

"Let’s get back to bed…" Marcus whispered against his lips. The other man simply nodded and pulled him along.

As they left the kitchen, Marcus’s phone buzzed. A new notification appeared on the WishApp: Enjoy your wish!

[unexpected-possessions]

[manpossessstory]

Taking over Dad

Manny was just reading a magazine on the occult when he discovered a section where they talked about a ritual of possessing someone else and became intrigued. It said that the ritual requires a dead body, a pentagram, and black candles to be put on each point of the pentagram.

Intrigued by this, Manny decided to go online and buy the candles and also found red chalk to draw the pentagram. He had someone in mind for him to possess, and it was his dad, Ricardo.

Their relationship has been really sour ever since Manny came out as gay to him. He kicked Manny out of the house with just the clothes on his back and outed him to everyone in their family, and they all ostracized him.

Since then, luckily for Manny his boyfriend took him in and they have been together ever since. But the anger he had for his dad has been seething in himself ever since and this ritual is the chance for revenge.

He then went over to his dad's house in the middle of nowhere and when Ricardo opened the door, he was only in his underwear after having finished a shower.

"What the- what are you doing here fag?" Immediately, Manny took out his kitchen knife and stabbed his dad in the gut. Due to there being no one in the vicinity, no one saw Manny stabbing his own dad and Ricardo bled out on the floor.

"W-what the hell?!" Manny, in all his supressed anger, approached his writhing dad and stabbed him once more in the same stab wound as before, but went even deeper and Ricardo dropped his head to the floor, dead.

"Well, then, dad, this is for you outing me and oustracizing me. And now, I'm gonna be you." Manny then dragged his dad into the living room and made the pentagram on the wooden floor.

He then chanted a spell in latin, word for word,

"Sanguis fluit, umbra ascendit. By the breath untethered and the form denied, Leave the flesh, as the ember dies and the ash takes flight, We weave into the shroud of night. No walls can hold, no chains can bind. Misceatur anima, vapor et umbra!"

Immediately, Manny fell onto the floor as smoke form came out of his mouth and flew into Ricardo's mouth. The invasion caused Ricardo's body to convulse, and as he took control, his dad' soul got kicked out of his own body.

As soon as the ritual was complete, Manny's old body disintegrated into ashes, causing him to cease to exist. Manny, now in full control of his dad, lifted up one arm and kissed it while looking at his dad's soul bead on the floor, and picks it up.

"Thank you dad, for your awesome body. I'm gonna turn your homophobic ass into a gay slut and you're not gonna stop me. Before that though..."

He then looks at his dad's soul in his hand and crushes it to pieces, and Manny can hear his dad scream as his soul bead is crushed, making sure that his dad is really dead.

He then took a look at the stab wound on his abdomen and put his saliva on it while reciting a healing spell, causing the wound to heal instantly.

"Now that you're dead and gone, why don't I take your, MY, own body for a ride and get fucked for hours hehe."

He then got ready, wearing only his pants, and went out into the night, looking to hookup with guys at gay bars.

[viceversaswap-deactivated202311]

Swap Virus Series: Spring Falls

Yes, unfortunately scientists still have not found a cure for the swap virus. And now 2 years in most people around the world have just completely accepted it as a new seasonal norm. Once a year the virus comes in and in about a month everything goes back to normal.

The craziest part about the virus is that some people look forward to it now. Like it’s some kind of holiday— one month of trying out someone else’s life. And you’ll even find towns that continue on with their daily life once the virus hits. No quarantine or anything… just go on about your day.

For example, one of those towns is Spring Falls. The residents always prepare right before the virus hits. But they have one rule to follow: whoever you swap with— you have to try your best to continue living their life. As you can imagine with wide ranges of age groups, genders, etc… this can be difficult but the town just won’t let the virus disrupt them (at least in theory). And today is the beginning of the towns outbreak.

Jordan:

It’s Friday and I’m just ready for class to be over. All I have to do is get through Mr. Daniel’s long boring history lecture. And then tonight I can hang out with my bros.

I’ve been staring down at my phone counting down the minutes until class is over.

And the Mr. Daniel says, “Okay class that just about wraps it, now before you go everyone remember it’s that time of the year again. Now no promises the swap virus will come back but remember to be cautious. And be prepared that you can swap bodies with anyone you come in contact with—”

Okay we get Mr. Daniel, I’ve literally swapped bodies with two people in my life (luckily only with my friends). Sides it’s not like any of us can do anything about it.

I go to pack up my bag as everyone gets up but then Mr. Daniel says to me, “Jordan can you stay back for a minute.”

God what now?

As everyone leaves, Mr. Daniel walks up to me and says, “Jordan, you were on your phone the entire time. What was so important that you couldn’t pay attention.”

“Uhhhh well…” quick Jordan think of something.

“I see… well you’re going to have to stay back for 30 minutes. Consider this a easy detention but I want you to write down everything you know about the war of 1812.”

I started to get a little annoyed but I realize that he is going easy on me. Plus, Mr. Daniel is a nice guy.

“Okay, sorry Mr. Daniel.”

“It’s okay, just don’t let it happen again.”

Mr. Daniel and I sat in class while started to write anything I could remember… which isn’t a lot.

As the time went by I started to feel a little funny…

Mr. Daniel’s typing on his computer and I noticed he looked like he was about to nod off.

But that’s when everything went black.

Mr. Daniel:

Oh god…. I think I passed out! Wait, what the? My shoes… my pants… this wasn’t what I was wearing.

I immediately looked up and saw my body being to wake up.

My eyes widened… ah sh^t! I swapped bodies with a student!!

I watch as my body start to get its recollections together. That’s when Jordan focused in on me.

“MR. DANIEL!”

“Yes Jordan it’s me…”

“Oh god! No this can’t happen!! I can’t be my history teacher I’m supposed to go the game with my friends tonight!”

Oh boy… is that what he’s been on his phone about? Alas, I’m going to have to be the one to calm him down.

“Jordan, it’s okay. It’s only one month.”

“That’s easy for you to say! Now I have to teach history! I cant so that!”

I looked down at his essay which only had one sentence written so far “the war of 1812 was in 1812.” Nice.

“I’ll have a syllabus and PowerPoints ready for you. Just relax, call your parents, explain everything, and tell them I’ll be home shortly.”

“Oh man! And I have to stay at your place too?”

“Jordan, you know the rules. We have to pretend to be each other and it’s just a month.”

As Jordan calls his parents, I start putting together all of my stuff for him. Poor guy, he’s so distraught— heck I’m surprised by just how calm I am.

Not that I’m not weirded out every time this happens— I’ve just been in way stranger bodies. Last year it was some guy bagging groceries and the year before that it was my grandpa. At least I’m not old or a complete stranger this time.

I write an email to the head of our faculty before heading out. I walk Jordan to my car hoping he gets my body home safe.

We say our goodbyes and now I’m heading to Jordan’s house.

Jordan:

This is insane! I can’t believe I’m stuck as my freaking history teacher for the next month!

I’m heading to his house right now and I’ve never felt so weird in my life. At least when I swapped with my friends I was familiar with their homes. I have no clue where Mr. Daniel lives…

Oh this is it.

Okay it’s not too bad…

I head into his house and kick off his shoes. These dress cloths are killing me so their the first thing to go.

I start unbuttoning his shirt as I get familiar with the space. It’s homey.

I take off his shirt finally and wow!!!

I rush to his bathroom and see Mr. Daniel shirtless for the first time… and he’s ripped! Who knew!!

Maybe this won’t be so bad after all…

I start taking off his trousers and even more surprised by his huge thighs…

I stare at his body just taking it all in… who knew my nerdy history teacher was secretly a muscles hunk under all of clothes.

I knew he had a nice face but his body really makes the difference.

I open his briefs and struggle to look doen… I felt like I was invading his privacy a bit. That said, I’m in his body for a month.

It’s bound to happen some time.

“HOLY CRAP!!!”

Okay maybe this won’t be so bad after all…

Mr. Daniel:

I pull up to Jordan’s house just knowing this is going to be an awkward experience. Here I am their son’s history teacher who has to ‘play the role’ of their son.

Well here goes nothing!

I walk in with Jordan’s book bag in hand and was immediately greeted by his parents.

“Mr. Daniel! We are surprised but happy to have you even with the circumstances, I’m George! This is my wife Sharon and although he’s upstairs… you’ll probably meet our youngest son Bert,” says Jordan’s dad.

They’re a friendly family both of his parents are beautiful people. Especially his father, George. He’s a very handsome man.

As I started to settle in, I chatted with George for about 2 hours and learned a lot about Jordan’s family. George and Sharon had Jordan at a very young age, George told me about his dreams of becoming a professional football player when he was younger but it all fell apart when he had Jordan… Now he works at a lumbar yard while Sharon travels for business. Not only that but Sharon is leaving town in the morning for a couple of weeks for business.

So it looks like it’s just going to be me, George, and Jordan’s little brother Bert.

I couldn’t believe how open George was about his personal life. I guess he really needs a friend.

More time passes and we all finally have dinner.

That’s when I met Bert— sweet kid but very talkative. Most of dinner was just him rambling about his video games and asking me questions about now being his big brother.

After dinner, I was exhausted… But I appreciated that Jordan’s parents gave me some space to settle into to my new room.

I open up the door and walked into Jordan’s room for the first time.

It’s a lot like I’d imagine it to be, posters on walls, sports trophies, dirty laundry on the floors….

I walked over to Jordan’s mirror to really get a good look at his reflection or I guess mine for the time being…

He’s a good looking young man, he takes a lot after his father.

Curious, I pull off Jordan’s shirt and flex his arms. He could gain more but he has a very nice physique.

I walk out of his room and head to the bathroom. Only to accidentally walk in on George taking a piss.

“Oh god! I’m so sorry!!” I say stunned.

George looks over and grins at me, “it’s okay, just knock next time.”

He’s shirtless and I can’t help but stare at his beautiful hairy built chest…

That’s when my eyes focused in on his massive d%ck.

He chuckles and says, “You like what you see?”

“Oh George, again I’m sorry! I’ll go!!”

“No it’s okay, don’t get me wrong Daniel. It is weird given the fact that you’re in my son’s body. But I’ve seen you around the gym a couple of times. You’re a very attractive man… I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me today. Maybe you and I could meet up at your place sometime. After all of this over of course.”

Unsure what to do or what to say… I wasn’t planning on Jordan’s dad to hit on me. Especially given the fact I’m in his sons body.

I’m trying my best to hide my boner and he walks up to me and whispers, “But until then I may tease you a bit.”

He kisses me on the cheek and wishes me good night.

I immediately run back to Jordan’s room and hop into his bed.

I look down at Jordan’s legs and crotch…

I’m so hard, I need to jerk…

I pull off his briefs and Jordan’s hard youthful d#ck flops out.

I grab on it and it’s so sensitive!!!

“Oh FUUUUCCC!!!!” I scream out.

My brain keeps imagining George in those tight briefs…

I picture him walking in and saying in a fatherly way, “You need some help buddy.”

I imagine his big manly hands wrapping around Jordan’s member. A member that looks just like a younger version of his….

The thought of feeling his beard kissing down Jordan hairless chest…

I’m letting out loud yelps of moans… jerking faster and faster at the thought.

I pictured hearing George’s deep voice saying, “C^m for daddy, son.”

Oh god I want to take his big hairy toes and suck on them so bad!!!

I open my eyes and look back down at Jordan’s cute feet.

I wiggle his toes… it’s too much to take!! I don’t know if I’m more turned on by Jordan’s body or the thought of George touching it.

I want his dad sooo bad!!!

Oh man!!! Here it comes!!!

I nut everywhere, it gets on Jordan’s chest, his bed, even some landed on his cheek.

I take some and tasted it… it’s so salty.

I lay back in Jordan’s bed so confused. Did I really just jerk one out in my students body? How am I going to contain myself like this for a month???

I look back down at Jordan’s cute feet. I lift one up to my face and smell it.

That’s when his d%ck starts getting hard again.

“Oh god, it’s ready to go again???”

Oh boy… I really forgot how easy it is to be this horny at this age…

Well here goes round 2!

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Switcheroo: Another Father Son Short

Joel:

I’ve been in my dads body for 2 weeks now and honestly I’m kinda cool with it at this point. I mean does it suck? Sure!

But what can I do about it? You see my dad asked me when I came home to visit for a weekend from college if I could help him out with his special project. Turns out it works but the machine blew before he could switch us back!

So I’m stuck like this until he gets back from thanksgiving break.

Although it has been super relaxing, dad works from home and he’s single so I’ve been the only one here (outside of some guys I’ve invited over but he doesn’t need to know that).

I’ll wake up and the first thing I’ll see every morning are my dads big hairy feet. I’ll wiggle his toes just to confirm it’s still not a dream.

I hop out of his bed and head over to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee.

Then I’ll adventure out to the patio to sit by the pool and just enjoy my time.

Not going to lie, having to navigate my dad’s private parts was a challenge. But I knew I’d have to address them at some point.

The first day I had to look away while I took a pee, I avoided showers just so I didn’t have to touch it…

But then boredom set in… I felt my brain fantasize about how guys at my school… and that’s when I had to deal with my dad’s boner.

I tried hours not touching it but the more time past the more I felt like I needed to wank one out. I eventually gave in…

I only lasted two days until I rubbed one out and I hate to admit it but it was one of the best jerk sessions I’ve ever had. Hearing my dads deep voice groin as I tugged away at his meat…

The feeling of his rough hands yanking away… and then the climax— oh boy my eyes shot open I exploded all over his hairy chest.

Now I feel so comfortable doing it, I don’t even think of his body being ‘his.’ At least not while I’m in it…

But I know my dads going to be so mad when he sees me… mainly because I got some tattoos…

But I don’t know I think he looks good with them! Sides it’s his fault we’re in this mess in the first place.

Anyways, I don’t have much to do so I think I’m going to jerk one out… or I could invite one of those guys back over. Heck! Why not both, who’s going to stop me haha.

Robert:

“Oh god that feels so good…. Oh yeahhhh…”

This is bad, I just know my son is going to kill me when we switch back!!

But here I am getting a blow job from his sexy roommate Tyler!

It didn’t immediately start out this way, you see when I first got to his dorm room I was really just checking out his body? God that sounds terrible!

I just haven’t been this young in years and Joel’s body is just sooooo horny all the time!

I had to ride 2 hours away with a raging boner!! It was so hard to hide waking in.

That’s when his roommate walked in and immediately started flirting with me.

I didn’t know what to do… I’ve never had feeling for a guy before in my life.

But I let my impulse get the better of me because we just started kissing. And now I think we’re dating?

I don’t know… we’ve just hooked up every night since I’ve been here. Hopefully Joel can forgive me!

Or I could just delay fixing the machine when I get back… I mean winter break will be just around the corner and I could easily finish his exams for him.

Oh god! I’m not thinking right! And now Tyler is holding up his sexy jock feet up to me.

“Hey I know you like my feet, what if I gave a foot job,” he says grinning while wiggling his cute toes.

“FUUUUUUUUCKKKKK”

I don’t think I’m going to be able to say no!

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Working Out With Dad’s Friend (Story Request) Pt 1

Story request by @bodyswappingandshit-1

Robert:

Hey my name is Robert. I’m 43 years old and a single dad with one son named Cody. He’s a great kid and just turned 8 last month. I spend most of days either at the gym, my job, or with Cody. Which working from home allows me to put a little more focus into my time at the gym and I can be there for Cody more often.

You can imagine dating would be tough for someone with a kid but I’ve been going steady with my gym partner Eric for a couple of months now. I’ve been thinking about bringing him around more often. Although, I haven’t told Cody about our relationship just yet. I wanted to wait until things got a little more serious, you know what I mean?

It’s about 6 o’clock at night and I’m cooking dinner while Cody’s working on his math homework in his room. I’m in a really good mood right now because I’m off tomorrow and Cody’s spending the night with one of his friends from school.

Which means I get to have my whole day with Eric. I told him to pack a bag for the night and that’s a big move for the both of us.

Finishing up dinner, I call Cody to come downstairs.

“Cody! Come on buddy, dinner is ready. You can finish up whatever you’re working on after.”

That’s when I see his head peek around the stairway. “Okay!”

He rushes down the stairs and does a super hero move.

“Cool trick buddy. Are you spider man?”

“No I’m Thor! Can’t you see I’m holding a hammer.”

“Right, how could I have missed that.” The kid loves anything Marvel or superhero related.

“Well come into the dining room before your dinner gets cold Thor.”

“Okay dad!”

We both sat down at the dinner table and started talking about our day. I asked him about school and his friends.

“Derek from math class told me that his dad lets him use his weights. He told me that he’s going to be just as strong as Thor before the end of the summer.”

Who lets an 8 year old use weights? That sounds like a recipe for disaster. “Well champ I don’t think Derek is going to be as big as Thor from just lifting weights.”

“I know that! You would have to go to the gym everyday like you.”

“That’s right buddy it takes a lot of determination to get this big.”

“Are you going tomorrow? I wanna go with you so I can start getting big and strong like you!”

“ Sorry buddy you’re too young for the gym. You could hurt yourself. Sides you have school tomorrow.”

“But dad!!”

“But nothing, schools comes first before anything else. Maybe in a couple of years you can start coming with me.”

I have to stay I appreciate the kids determination. We wrapped up dinner and it was getting close to Cody’s bedtime. I got him ready for bed and tucked him in.

“Dad?”

“Yes, son?”

“I wish I could be you and I can go to the gym whenever I want!”

“Well I wish I could be you bud. So I don’t have to work and I could enjoy the freedoms of being a kid.” We both laugh at the thought.

“Sleep tight champ.” In turn off his bedroom light and head to my room. I get a text from Eric saying, “Pick you up at 7:45 tomorrow for our big day? 😜”

“It’s a date 😊” I text back. I turned off my lamp and went to bed.

The next morning, I woke up by the sound of a alarm clock. That’s odd, normally I use my phone as an alarm.

Thats when I started to take in my surroundings. I look at the blanket I’m covered in and see that it’s Cody’s superhero blanket. I’m in Cody’s room but how? I look over at the time and realize that it’s already 7:00 AM. I’m normally up by now and I need to figure out where Cody is so I can get him ready for school.

I take the blanket off of me and start to panic.

“AHHHH!!!” was the only noise I could make. My body which looks to be the size of a child’s was currently dressed in Marvel PJs. Wait I know these pajamas, it’s the same pair Cody had on last night.

I rush out of the bed and ran straight for the bathroom. Only to scream in horror when I see my son’s young body starring back at me in the mirror.

Maybe I’m dreaming right now? I start to slap myself in the face. “Wake up Robert! Wake up!” That’s when I realized I wasn’t dreaming. This is real.

I run to my bedroom only to find a bed with no one in it. Where’s Cody? And where is my body?

I run downstairs and come to a dead stop when I see myself in the kitchen.

“Hi dad! You’re finally up, you better hurry and get dressed don’t want you to be late for school.” He giggles.

“What the— Cody is that you?” I was stunned.

“Yeah it’s me or you haha! Isn’t this cool!! Look at my muscles” he flex’s my arm.

“No this isn’t cool! How did this happen? Are you drinking coffee?”

“I don’t know! This morning I woke up and I was you. I made you some egos for breakfast since it’s my favorite. I know you drink coffee every morning but this stuff is yucky!”

I was getting impatient with him. “Cody, we need to figure this out now. Your school bus is going to be here in 15 minutes.”

He sits down the cup of coffee. “Sounds like you need to get dressed. Like you said dad, school always comes first before anything else.”

Damn, he’s not wrong but I can’t go to school. I’m a 40 year old man.

“Son, I’m not going to school. I’m not leaving this house until we figure out how to change back.”

“Well daddy don’t be mad at me.”

“Why would I—“ He then rushes over. Picks me up off of the ground and puts me over his shoulder.

“Let me down right now young man!”

“Wow! I’m light!” Carrying me upstairs I try to kick and scream but he’s so much bigger than me now.

He places me on his bed and walks over to his closet picking out an outfit.

“Now put these on and go brush your teeth. Or you’re going to be in real big trouble mister!”

Realizing that I’m out of options, I get dressed in his school attire. Looking out the window I see a big yellow school bus pull up.

I walk down the stairs greeted by my body towering over me. “Your bus is here. I hope you have a good day at school… son.”

“Cody, I swear you better not leave this house until I get back home!”

“ Well that’s going to be hard since your gym buddy is going to be here shortly. He just texted me he’s 5 minutes away to pick me up.”

Shit! I forgot Eric’s picking me up to go workout.

“Cody! Text him back and cancel right this instant! Tell him you’re not feeling well.”

“ No way! I’m gonna go workout with your friend since I’m the dad now. And that’s final!” He almost sounds like me.

The bus honks the horn and Cody pushes me out the door.

“Have a good day at school son!” I load onto the bus and sit towards the back. I look behind me and see Eric’s car pulling up.

The school bus starts moving and all I can do is watch Eric greet my son from the back window.

Part 2 coming soon!

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Halloween Tales

The Party Pt. 2

Oct. 31st Halloween 11:00 AM:

“Son, what are you doing here?”

Just about 3 minutes ago I got a knock on the door. When I opened it I was bombarded by my son inside my body.

And he looked pissed!

“Dad! You know why I’m here! I want my body back! NOW!!”

Ohhh this is something I’ve waited to do for so long.

I looked at him dead in the eyes and said:

“Give me one good reason to give you all of this back?”

He started to say something but froze in mid thought.

I smirked, “Exactly.”

“Dad you know this isn’t fair! I realize I haven’t been the best but—”

“I wouldn’t finish that sentence if I were you. Especially since I’m the one in control here.”

He takes a deep gulp and I started getting closer to him.

“I’ve tried a thousand times to get my point across. And even now you’re still acting the same. Like big brat! I’m fed up! So now you’re going to do exactly as I say. This weekend and until I decide to swap back—All of this belongs to me.” I say gesturing to his body and even grabbed onto his crotch in front of him.

“ Until you show me that you’re committed on school and ready to make some life changes— that’s when we can swap back. Understood?”

I could see the terror in his eyes as he realized that he couldn’t push me to do something for him anymore.

I watched as he started to tear up. I can’t even remember the last time I saw him cry.

“Son, this is what I meant about a hard lesson. And it’s time for you to own it. Now, I want you to stop crying and head back to my house—okay?”

Tears rushed down his face as he whipped them away. And the only thing he could get out in between sobs was, “Sorry dad.”

I hugged him and walked him to the door. I think I’ve finally broken through with him.

“Remember son, get your school work done.”

“I will, I promise!”

I closed the door and took a deep breath….

“Man! I’m glad that’s over!”

I turned on some music and started dancing around the room.

“Man, today is good!”

I go to make a cup of coffee and I hear my phone go off. This better not be Mitchell.

I look down to see that the text is coming from his good friend Xander.

"Hey Bro, pregame at yours tonight before the party?"

Pre-game? I’m not really what he means by that... let me check google.

Oh! Yeah that sounds fun!

"Yeah Bro! What time are you thinking?" I text him back trying to sound like Mitchell.

"Let's do 9 tonight."

Awesome! That gives me enough time to figure out what to wear.

I started googling different costume ideas. But most of them seemed silly if you asked me.

But that’s when I came across a really simple look. Something to wear I can still show off this body.

Oh I’m going to look good tonight!

I’m going to run to the costume story real quick.

7:45 PM:

Just got done with a killer workout, I really worked up a sweat.

I forgot about the natural body high you can get from a long work out—

My feet were drenched and my entire body is a little rank right now but honestly I love the smell.

It’s been so long since I’ve been able to do that…It’s kind of erotic.

The smell of my pits, crotch, feet….mhmmmm. I can’t get enough of it.

I better start getting ready because Xander should be here in a little over an hour.

But I do have some time to pleasure myself.

I grab one of my sons dirty socks and took in a whiff. The aroma was almost too much to bare.

I start rubbing on my crotch. And felt myself getting hard.

I pull off the underwear I had on and started fondling it.

That’s when I decided to take it up a notch. I lifted up my armpit and smelled the musk.

I hop on to the bed and laid back running my tongue over every inch I could reach.

Including these big size 12 feet. They’re incredible. Soft soles, long toes…

I know it’s wrong of me but after being in this body all day— I don’t know if I can give it up.

And why should I? My son doesn’t deserve it.

I’m the one who works, I’m the one who pays the bills.

But I just won’t tell him that yet.

Right now, I’m going to enjoy myself.

I let out a roar as I start rubbing myself even faster.

I thought about that word. Myself. I’ve mentally taken ownership of this body.

I kept saying over and over again as I pumped.

“This is my body now.”

And I felt every inch of guilt leave me as pleasure swept in.

I bring my dirty underwear up to my face and took in it’s sweaty essence. It’s a smell that I created and I loved it.

I was getting so close and I could feel all of my muscles tighten up.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as I came all over myself. Covering my abs and pecs.

I looked down at MY body. This was the one reason why I haven’t swapped with anyone in years.

Being inside someone else makes you feel like it belongs to you after awhile. It’s addicting…

And I know it’s going to be nearly impossible for me to return back to my body.

I tried not to think about it— but I know deep down that I want to keep my sons body.

And the longer I stay in it the more identify with it.

I forced myself to get up so I wouldn’t get stuck in my own head games.

I hop into the shower for the second time today.

I was so excited for tonight and I know I’m going to look good.

I’m sure everyone at this party would kill to have a piece of me tonight.

After I wrapped up my shower. I got most of my costume on. And finished up by painting my face.

“Man I look good”

By this time, the doorbell rang. And I greeted Xander who was dressed as the hottest Spider-Man I’ve ever seen.

“Dude, what do you think? It maybe a little tight.”

Oh that outfit looks so good on him!

“No! You look great bro.”

He blushed a little bit.

“You look great too! Love the skeleton make up.”

“Thanks man! Should we start this pre-game or what?”

“Hell yeah!”

Tonight, I’ve got my eyes set on one person. Xander.

And the best part is I can already tell that he wants me. How could he not when I got a body like this?

Mitchell:

After leaving dad, I knew something was off about him.

Hell, I even think somethings off about me right now.

For some reason why, I’m starting to like dad’s body…

It started when I got home. I could feel myself caring less and less about the swap.

And as time continues to past I started feeling like dad’s body belongs to me.

I keep telling myself that this isn’t me, that I want MY body back but for some reason my brain keeps coming back to wanting to stay like this…

I thought I was going nuts!

That’s when I started doing some research.

It took me a couple of hours until I found some old folklore story about people that were called swappers back in the day.

I read through and realize that my dad maybe one of them.

I kept digging deeper about them and then I came across this one part that sent shivers down my spine.

“As time passes and you’ve been swapped with someone you’ll start feeling like the body belongs to you. For most swappers it’s about what they gain from the body whether it’s money, looks, or popularity. In some instances, swappers will refuse to change back. They feed off of what the body has to offer. This creates an identity crisis within the mind. Which drives those swapped with each other into acceptance of their new body. In worst situations, swapper may never return to there original body especially if the swap last longer than 24 hours…”

“Oh my god…”

This explains so much… the longer dad and I stay as each other the harder it will be to reverse…

I need to find dad!

I checked the clock and it was already 11 pm… He’s probably at the party already.

I better get dressed quickly!!!

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Swap Flu

After the Covid-19 virus hit the world, no one planned for another pandemic to come right after. And especially not one like this.

My name is David and I’m a single dad with 2 boys. And outside of all of the craziness happening in the world we lived pretty normal lives.

But all of that changed quickly last month when a new virus started to spread around the world. No one knows where it comes from or how it spreads. Scientist are rushing to figure it out. I assume it was made in a lab somewhere. As far as side effects go it’s just like a common cold and non-life threatening. That said, there is one major side effect to this virus— if you catch it and spread it to another individual you will take over that persons body and they will take over yours. Which is where they got the name Swap Flu. And that’s why my family is in the predicament we are in now. 

Last week my youngest son George came home from school early after not feeling well. I left work and ran to go pick him up. Asked him how he was was feeling once he got into the car. His symptoms sounded like a cold but he hasn’t swapped with anyone yet. I figured by now if he had the virus he would have another body. But I was wrong and didn’t realize that the virus takes a minute to set in.

At home, I sent George to bed. Told him I would check in on him in a little and bring him some soup. I went to the kitchen, made him some chicken noodle, and brought it upstairs. That’s when I started to feel weird myself but brushed it off to take care of George. After dropping off the soup I went back downstairs to finish up some of my my work.

I opened up my laptop and that’s when everything went black for a second. Moments later I wake up in George’s bed with his soup sitting on my lap. I look down at my much smaller hands and knew what happened. A little panicked I start to get up but heard a knock at the door.

“Hey Georgie! It’s your Big Bro Caleb. Dad texted me and said you weren’t feeling well.”

I try to tell him not to come in but it was too late. Caleb already opened the door.

“Stay back Caleb!” I shouted.

“It’s okay buddy! We all get sick sometimes you have nothing to be scared about.” He says walking over to the bed.

“Caleb it’s me dad. You need to get out of here now.”

“Oh shit!” That’s when I blacked out again. Waking up on the floor this time I looked over my body and confirmed that I was now Caleb. George who I assume is Caleb starts to wake up.

“Dad?”

“Yeah buddy it’s me.”

That’s when my youngest son comes busting in excited in my body. “Daddy!! Look at me! I’m big now!! I was sleeping and now I’m you!!”

“Yeah buddy we know.”

“Oh hi Caleb! Look how strong I am now, do you wanna wrestle?”

“ I’m actually over here Georgie.” Says Caleb from George’s 9 year old body.

“What? Caleb’s in my body? That’s awesome!!” George runs over to his bed in my adult body and proceeds to pick Caleb up.

“This is cool!! I’m dad now so Caleb you have to listen to me!”

“George put me down now! I’m still your big brother!”

“No you’re not! I’m dad and your little Georgie!” He starts to tickle Caleb and turns him upside down.

“George put your brother down right this instance! Don’t make me count to 3!”

George gently sits Caleb down on his bed. “I’m sorry daddy.” he says shyly. His body language is child like and it’s weird seeing my middle aged body act like a kid who just stole a cookie from a jar.

“It’s okay champ but you’re going to be in my body for a little while. You have to be more careful with your brother.”

“Okay I promise I’ll be more careful daddy.” He then turns around and sticks his tongue out at Caleb.

“George! What did I say? Now apologize to your brother.”

“Sorry Caleb.”

“Well this is just great! I’m stuck in a child’s body for at least a month.”

“ It’s okay Caleb I’ll take care of you! I promise I’ll be the best dad ever.” He says patting called on the head.

“Fuck me! This is just perfect.”

“Language Georgie! Kids shouldn’t have potty mouths.” George giggles as he tries to mimic me.

That was last week. My job and the kids school knows what happened and now we have to quarantine until we all swap back to our respected bodies.

Although Caleb is still upset because George won’t leave him alone. Im pretty happy with my new body. I’m 18 and fit. And even though I’m sick I haven’t felt this good in years. The best part is when the boys go to sleep. I can have some alone time to do a little exploring and boy Caleb has been hiding a monster in his pants this whole time. You won’t believe how many times I’ve jerked off in the past week. I guess that’s what happens when you’re stuck in a teenagers body and have nothing better to do.

[viceversa3]

Hey guys! Wanted to give you a quick update on our family. I may have made a huge mistake. You see I thought I wasn’t contagious anymore and decided since I was still in Caleb’s body that I could have guest come over.

I invited Caleb’s boyfriend over and as you can imagine we ended up switching bodies.

Here’s the new me for the time being. Cute right?

Andrew and Caleb have been going steady for awhile before the Swapflu and we have been texting while I’ve been in quarantine. Getting to know Andrew has been so much fun that I couldn’t resist the urge to invite him over.

Of course, Caleb didn’t know that he was coming over. And my whole plan backfired on me for the worse. Andrew is in Caleb’s body and I’m now Andrew.

Here’s us quarantining together. Caleb gets pissed every time he walks by the door and sees us in bed together.

But I can put up with an angry kid and George is even happier because all this has done is pro-long the swap even longer.

I’m pretty happy with Andrew’s body. He’s much hairier than Caleb. And let me tell you I figured out real quick who’s the top in this relationship.

The best part of the swap is that I know get to wake up to Andrew’s cute face every morning. I always give him a little kiss before we start our morning round together.

[viceversa3]

Summer Shift- Around the Neighborhood

Alex:

Before the great shift, I was a middle aged single guy and all of my neighbors thought was I weird. But the shift put me into my neighbor’s sons body. And I have to say I’ve been living it up!

My neighbors son was one of the key players on the football team and damn the kid’s built. Just look at these muscles!

I probably flex them at least ten times a day.

I’ve spent my days mostly by my pool or making sure to keep this body in shape.

One of the best parts is that I no longer need to work! Well at least my works pretty easy. I’m now on onlyfans getting paid to show off these beautiful feet.

And a lot of my fans pay a nice premium just for some personal photos.

Before I was out of shape and pretty insecure. But now I’m hot and can’t wait to show off this bod.

Although the neighbors son is pretty pissed. I always catch him trying to get a glimpse of his old body. And I don’t mind giving him a show.

The other day I caught him rubbing his crotch while staring at me. But I don’t mind. How could you not lust after this?

I guess the Great Shift wasn’t terrible for everyone. I’m pretty happy!

Now if you can excuse me, I need to go jerk off my huge cock before I have my afternoon tan.

Don:

So My neighbor David and I ended up in each other’s son body while our son’s ended up in ours.

It’s an interesting situation around. Although both of our sons seem to love it. 

Lately, we’ve been sharing a house just to manage the boys easier. And it’s been difficult.

The hard part me is trying to control my adult teen while also dealing with teenage hormones. I really forgot what it’s like to be this horny all of the time.

The other day David walked in on me jerking off. In his sons body, how embarrassing!

It was a bit awkward for sure but he didn’t say anything—probably just trying to keep the peace.

Hopefully they will figure this whole thing out because I don’t know how I’m going to control myself. Oh god! I have another boner!

David:

After walking in on Don I knew all bets were off! I’ve been fighting the urge to jerk off myself.

But after seeing him with my sons dick in his hand I knew I needed some relief myself.

It’s odd being so much younger again and even more bizarre seeing Don’s son walk around in my body. The worst part is that I think Don’s son is gay and had a crush on me.

Now every time I see my former self I have to hide my boner.

I just hope neither of the boys noticed!

Don and David’s sons (Tyler and Andrew):

The Great Shift has been the best thing ever!

Not only did we both end up in each other’s dad’s bodies but both of them are too distracted by our bodies to pay any attention to what we’ve been doing.

Most of our summer has been exploring and getting to know our new selves. We even sleep in the same bed together which makes every night fun!

It’s a little weird messing around with my dads body at night. But it’s been some time since the Great Shift happened and I don’t even think about it that way anymore.

To me my dads body now belongs to Andrew.

Another cool part is that Andrew and I will sneak out to go to bars! And no one suspects a thing since were in adult bodies.

And before either of our dads wake up we always sneak back just in time.

Man, I love the Great Shift and I’m glad I get to go through it with my best friend.